Edelweiss and the Frog
Guess what?
I… fooled… myself
Yes! Again,
But this time, by a frog.
A FROG!
He promised me he could live in a mansion.
Ugh…!
Frogs are waggish creatures.
They live in Brushwoods and Thicketen,
In their tiny pebble-made homes.
No, they don’t live in mansions or castles.
That’s what Miss.Toadhead taught me
When I was 10.
And… I forgot that.
Completely and utterly.
Frogs don’t talk; no, they don’t hum,
And most factually, they never dance.
If you find some frog who does all that,
He probably is jinxed or drunk.
That’s what I read in The Bullgrog’s Rag.
And… I forgot that.
Completely and utterly.
They don’t wear; they stay bare.
You know, FROGS,
If you see a frog wearing a doublet
And a pair of trunk hose,
Holding a pipe in his mouth,
Just ignore it, kind missy,
He, in all likelihood, is tryna catch ya.
That’s what a stranger from Polliwogs told me.
And… I forgot that.
Completely and utterly.
I once met a frog
Who pretended to be noble.
He looked just like a true gentlefrog,
Soft-spoken, no ribbitting at all,
and Walked with a hand placed on his belly.
Don’t believe such frogs, Edelweiss.
That was my distant aunt’s advice
(Widowed by the same old frog, you see).
And… I forgot that.
Completely and utterly.
After all the things I knew,
Guess what?
I believed a frog,
But wait,
It is not the worst thing,
Just guess what…
I KISSED IT.
| M.M Andrews
